I am mortified.
When I got back from the office luncheon at Red Lobster, there was a voicemail on my phone from the apartment manager, Sandra, to call her.
Me and the apartment manager are cool, so I wait until the time she said to call, which was 1:30, and I call.
A voice answers: "Happy Smurf Village!"
I said, "Hi. This is Melissa. How are you doing?"
The voice said, "I'm fine. How are you?"
I said, "I'm picking my nose."
Silence.
"Just kidding!" I said. I heard laughing in the background.
And then the voice said: "Are you looking for the office?"
I said, "Yes. Isn't this Sandra?"
"Nope. She's at lunch."
Embarassment.
"I'll call back," I said and I hung up the phone.
Why does this kind of stuff always happen to me?
1:34 pm - December 14, 2004
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